Hunting Love

Chapter 1

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Also, I'm well aware of what the Cold War actually is and that it's a thing. However, considering that this is a work of FICTION, I interpreted it a different way. This is fictional and I'm allowed to bend canon events that happened for the sake of the plot, so let's let this work of completely unrealistic events happen :)

Chapter 1

I hold my breath as I watch my target scan the area. I watch as it sniffs the air and raises its front leg in the air, as if preparing to run away. After a tense two minutes, it slowly returns to grazing the grass again. I let out the breath I was holding and position my arrow.

"You got this," I breath out, steadying my grip on the bow and arrow. My back is pressed against the trunk of a tree and my feet are balanced on one of the branches. I'm fairly far from the ground, but not too much where I couldn't see my target.

The only sound I could hear were the leaves being ripped from its spot in the branches by the wind and the chirping of birds. To the deer I'm currently stalking, it might seem like a peaceful day. Too bad they rarely look up.

I silently groan when I realize that, from my spot, I can't hit my target in the heart. One of the branches from the tree in front of me is blocking me from hitting the arrow where I want it to. But if I want my target to not run away, I can't move from my current spot.

There's no way I'm going to take the risk of my target getting away from me, not after all I went through just to find it. Having no other choice, I let the arrow go and watch it hit my target directly in the leg. Before the arrow even landed, I jump down from the tree and start to sprint towards the deer.

Just like I knew it would, once the arrow pierced its leg, the deer quickly starts to run in the other direction. Luckily, I had aimed it right so the deer would limp, making it easier for me to catch up to it. As soon as I get close enough, I grab a dagger from my boot while still sprinting after it before jumping in front of the deer and stabbing it directly in the deer's heart.

It staggers for a few more steps before finally falling to the ground. When I check that it's really dead, I take the dagger away and wipe the blood off on my pants. I grab it by the neck and start to drag it back to my home, if you could even call it that.

It's hardly a home. It's more of a house I have to share with people who despise my very existence. Whenever something goes wrong, the blame automatically goes to me, even when I'm not around when it happens.

I can't blame them though. I understand where they're coming from. I know they're angry about what I am, even though it's not completely my fault. If anything, they should be mad at my real parents.

Once the house comes into view, I walk up the steps and open the door. When I walk inside, I see my brother Alex eating soup while listening to the town crier outside talk about recent vampire activity. It's nice that our house is close to the town center because we don't have to leave it to hear important announcements.

He sees me walk in and immediately I see the look of disgust in his eyes. Before it used to hurt, but I've somewhat gotten used to seeing that look. "At least you got us decent meat this time," he mutters, before directing his attention back to the crier. I don't bother replying and instead just drag the deer back to the dining area before setting it down near the table.

When I walk back outside, I wait a while to hear any form of gratitude, dusting my shirt to not make it seem obvious that I'm waiting. He pretends not to even notice me standing there so I just shake my head at him before taking my dagger from my boot.